Leng Sichen posed thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping over her like an X-ray.
Xia Yuxun subconsciously tensed her nerves, she had just asked casually, convinced he wouldn't say anything pleasant, so no matter what he requested, she wouldn't agree.
Yet, unexpectedly, the request Leng Sichen made was—
"Smile for me."
"What?" Xia Yuxun was stunned.
What was this "give grandpa a smile" vibe all about?
Had she heard wrong?
Leng Sichen looked at her with a bitter expression, "Xiaoxun, do you know how long it's been since you smiled at me? Since I met you five years ago..."
Xia Yuxun bit her lip, seemingly struggling, and after a long while, she said coldly, "Sorry, I can't."
"Alright then, should I give you a smile?" Leng Sichen spoke and indeed gave a small smile.
It was like the thawing of ice and snow, the blooming of spring flowers, the revival of all living things...
